There are people and there are people.The first category of those who feel affinity towards and hence inhabit pigsties. I admire them. Their prowess at being able to extract the one piece of paper from piles of scribbled ones, important ones, ticket stubs and pamphlets that they got at the Sealdah station amazes me. They can have every piece of clothing from their wardrobe in a heap on the balcony railing and yet be able to tell the clean ones from the dirty ones (I secretly don't believe that but if this is what they claim, who am I to cast aspersions on their level of hygiene?) I simply marvel at their ability to sleep and snore on a bed that has a bedsheet not washed in weeks. And I find it profound that the only inanimate object given some semblence of respect is the PC/Laptop. These superior beings usually land from Mars.

And then there is the second category of people . Lesser beings like me, who, out of circumstances are forced to inhabit pigsties. The circumstances in question maybe (a). Having category 1 type of people in family or (b). renovation/ painting job in the home that turns it into a pig sty.

Circumstance (a) is unfortunately permanent. You are stuck with it for life. Yet if you are as resourceful as I am, you realise that there is a way out of it. Divide your home in pigsty/non-pigsty zones. Even if your room is the only non- pigsty zone, it really helps. Encroachment can be avoided by use of vocal chords. I have extensively used it over the years and this was the only reason I did not win Indian Idol 3.Circumstance (b) is temporary and lasts roughly only for about a week. But if circumstance (a) combines with circumstance(b) then this do ki shakti throws people like me completely out of focus.

Any kind of mess throws me out of gear. It reduces my ability to concentrate. It irritates me and agitates me. I find it difficult to get any kind of work done, let alone the studying I should be doing for my exams starting on the 16th. My surroundings are directly proportional to my productivity and I feel disturbed if I am in the midst of cacophany.I empathise very very strongly with any one in Rani's position in Chalte Chalte. That ought to explain it all.

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"I am the song that rises from a thousand souls.I am the unknown breeze that caresses your cheek on a humid evening. I am the stranger who smiles at you in passing leaving you happier than you were, moments before.I am full of happiness like a rising sun, I bathe all who stand around me in the glow of my happiness and you make me happy, just by being you. I am the strings of a guitar and the beat of a drum, I am the glint in a lovers eye, I am the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.I am the bird flying high above and I am all the fish in the ocean....

I am the butterfly the little children laugh in pleasure at...I am the cry of a starving child, I am the deep sadness in the eyes of the poor, the homeless and the forgotten...whom I remember...."

We, The People.

"WE ARE THE MUSIC MAKERS, AND WE ARE THE DREAMERS OF THE DREAM. WANDERING BY LONE SEA BREAKERS, AND SITTING BY DESOLATE STREAMS. WORLD LOSERS AND WORLD FORSAKERS, FOR WHOM THE PALE MOON GLEAMS. YET WE ARE MOVERS AND THE SHAKERS OF THE WORLD FOREVER IT SEEMS.”